Bella's POV
A gentle tap against the door pulled me from sleep.
My vision remained blurry as I fumbled across the nightstand for my phone. The moment my fingers found the device, the display illuminated - early morning.
Who could that be? I hadn't arranged for any visitors at such an early hour.
I grabbed the nearest blanket and pulled it around myself before padding toward the entrance. "Who's there?" I called out once I reached the door.
"Bella?"
What? I yanked the door open to find Mrs. Rose waiting on my doorstep.
"Rose? My goodness, did Fiona ask you to come?" Before I could complete my sentence, she brushed past me into the apartment.
"Lord have mercy, child, you should have contacted me the second you got back," she declared, marching directly toward the kitchen with multiple grocery bags. That definitely had Fiona written all over it. I exhaled deeply.
"Listen, I'm managing just fine now, Rose," I attempted to explain while heading to the refrigerator for water.
